Showing what her eyes can see,
"A gorgeous damsel, can this be me?"
Urging, needing to touch, explore,
Be an exhibitionist today or a peeping voyeur ?
Falling in love with her own shadow,
From the silky hair to the curling toe.
Her hands wandered to her dainty curves,
Her loins reacted to the firing nerves.
She cooed, she giggled, she turned around,
Looking for it and signs she found.
She gasped at the marks his teeth had left,
His licks, his nibbles, his kisses so deft.
She reached and cupped her bosom so full,
She moaned to the familiar pinch and pull.
She caressed her way to her ass so red,
Staring at pain, reflecting pleasure instead.
Her eyes stood still, like a minx she felt,
She saw the bruises on the spot she knelt.
Her fingers traced her dampening mound,
Her ears rang with the sloshing sound.
She squeezed her thighs and bit her lip,
She groaned to the feel of the nectar that dripped.
She closed her eyes, she felt so shy,
Fingers in her proved her eyes were a lie.
Aroused, ashamed, conflicted, confused,
Hungry, bewildered, submissive and used.
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